NotBanned_
Kinda like elden ring
2018
This game is fun, that’s it. Incredibly broken and fundamentally flawed, but I put 200 hours into it without really caring.
2021
greatest of all time can’t wait for the sequel
2013
make a new game
This review contains spoilers
Most disappointing game I’ve ever played. The original is so good so it was hard for me not to have super high expectations, and I just couldn’t keep playing. Gameplay feels so clunky and the parkour is ok. The story and characters were so uninteresting I lost all motivation to play. At least it’s pretty and the parkour isn’t terrible.
2021
This review contains spoilers
I heard you like games, so I put games in your game!
Favorite DLC of any game I’ve ever played, cried.
1998
I think I’ve told myself I hate this game like a billion times while playing it, it’s incredibly frustrating most of the time. Still super influential, fun, and fascinating to play especially seeing its legacy now.
2018
incredibly addicting and good
2015
The second one was such a disappointment it made me go play this again and it’s so goddamn good, the story is meh but not bad enough to take away from the incredible combat, parkour, progression, and exploration.
2019
Makes my brain hurt, so good.
2011
pretty good
The first game is so good, and I just never clicked with this one. It’s good, but it doesn’t hit as hard.
2022
Kinda like dark souls
A man stares into an icy reflection. What looks back is an expression. It’s one of pain, love, liquor, and Disco!
They’ve caught up with him again. Never as far as the bottle or a chilly hostel mirror. The truces, tricks, and tequila sunsets have only caused more pain.
His face isn’t his. The man across the barrier cuts his mind. A million tiny frigid fragments that are never coming together again.
Trying to pick up the pieces makes his fingers bleed. Each one a reminder of another million failures.
Their cold hands reach out to pull him in again, but he steps back. The next life awaits. This one with fewer mistakes.
They’ve caught up with him again. Never as far as the bottle or a chilly hostel mirror. The truces, tricks, and tequila sunsets have only caused more pain.
His face isn’t his. The man across the barrier cuts his mind. A million tiny frigid fragments that are never coming together again.
Trying to pick up the pieces makes his fingers bleed. Each one a reminder of another million failures.
Their cold hands reach out to pull him in again, but he steps back. The next life awaits. This one with fewer mistakes.